A shark in a swimming pool;
He's suffocating as he sinks
And his eye's an amber shot glass
Intoxicate you with the drink
That is his gaze
The empty days
Spent whisking bodies, getting nosebleeds
Something went free
Long ago
They whisper, weave the word "asshole"
He's broken, but not yearning
For people, love or care
Somewhere out in the ocean
The shark found he could breathe air
His voice trickles over your shoulders, around your neck, dances through your scalp and meets your ears where electricity crinkles your brain with the gothic ballet of his speech. You feel clouds over your eyes and smile into the gray.
His laugh breaks the overcast with white rays meeting your skin. The sound of the winter sun- deep and blue, but warm and bright.
And conversations are a month of hazy thoughts and raindrops.
